alone along the border line, by pd Lyons


alone along the border line
cigarette struggles with her finger tips
her pale lips
her naked throat
and
moving through fields between snow
and
holes where there is still water
a heavy heat awakens
deep within
she mouths her lover’s name.
now when all the west is orange
clouds race black across it
ask in voices lent by the winds of winter:
do you
do you
do you
through the taste of midnight
into the wound of sunrise
until the evening sparkles into dawn
even when the day light spreads out broad
do you
do you
do you
still believe
and on the double edge of sacred steel,
her voice met by the winds of winter,
she almost always answers –

Yes.

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Comments

  • Donna J Snyder  On June 3, 2015 at 8:39 am

    Please don’t take this in the wrong way, but this poem makes me swoon. Very nice.

    Like

    • pdlyons  On June 3, 2015 at 9:05 am

      no worries & thank you for letting me know that the poem worked for you. cheers

      Liked by 1 person

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